#Sep 14

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Ramones - It's Gonna Be Alright

[vocalsynthbdays]

happy birthday coppercross(utau) !!!!! [14 sep]

(art by Đ.H.Giang)

CopperCross is a japanese english synth introduced on 2 may 2017. he is managed by Dav-P, and is voiced by Statiko, BatBoyTroy of The Monochrome System. copper is 20yo, and his character birthday is 14 sep. he is a feline-human hybrid, who can transform into a ginger tabby cat. he is 196cm tall, bisexual, and a black-canadian. copper has DID(Dissociative Identity Disorder) and C-PTSD(Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). he likes icecream and bullying short people, but doesnt like chocolate, nor the word "moist". he is also "a huge softy"

by oran

by Đ.H.Giang

by Foxila

 by K.C.

by ClowDraws

[hey-color-palettes]

could you do a color palette of the name "jacieann" please

518271 || #e4a575 || #c97a60 || #87474d || #6f2237

[carmillaseriesdaily]

Carmilla Series Daily: September 14

[color--pals]

Living on a self-sustaining boat

Living On A Self-Sustaining Boat

[monicadeola]

[artistdinzel]

DiNZeL & REO (CAT)

[abybweisse]

Ch204 vs ch120, Spoiler

The cover art for ch204 actually harkens back to what Finny and Snake wear to the Halloween party in ch120.

In both cases, Snake dresses as a witch/wizard, while Finny dresses as a vampire.

It's just that this time, Snake's outfit looks like he attends Hogwarts, while Finny looks like an Anne Rice character with a martyr complex. 😏 And neither one looks happy at all. 😢 They look exhausted and close to tears.

Well, Finny can remove that crown of thorns as soon as he tells Snake the truth about how his other circus friends died (at least the ones that came to Phantomhive Manor). He can get that burden off his chest and feel some relief.

And Snake can remove those glasses as soon as he realizes that Doll isn't there to help any of those orphans. Faced with reality, he should see that Doll and the others needed to be stopped, at just about any cost.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Ramones - Main Man

[sammy-writes-sometimes]

Word Count: 595

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“Jimmy, are you aware that you’re molting?” Tango asks bluntly.

“What?” He looks at them, confusion in his eyes. “I’m– I’m not a bird? I’m not even a hybrid, I’m just human!”

“Yeah? Well…” Fae points to the trail of bright, pretty-looking, golden feathers leading from the bed to the kitchen. “Explain that.”

Jimmy blinks, turning away from the pan in front of him as he simply stares.

Beside him, Tango leans against the counter. They seem to take him in, at least more than usual, but this time under an almost anxiety inducing glare.

Then, as Jimmy moves, the netherborn seems to wince. It’s an echo of pain as Jimmy rubs his shoulder, groaning slightly like he got hit by something.

“Jim, sit down for a bit, I can handle the pancakes and you can…” He twists his hand, leading back to the trail. “Clean up those, carefully.”

“Yeah, I’ll- I’ll do that…”

It doesn’t take long for the food to be finished, takes even less time for Jimmy to start picking up the feathers before he soon stops. Pain seeming to overcome the younger man, leaving him curled up in bed.

“Do you have chronic pain?” Tango asks simply.

“No? I’m just– I don’t know why, but it hurts a lot.”

Tango sighs before putting the plates to the side, they can worry about eating later when his soulmate isn’t in nearly as much pain.

That and after they’ve found out why this is all happening.

“Get on the bed and take off your shirt.”

“What?” Jimmy yelps.

The netherborn laughs. “Just– listen, I need to check something.”

He can’t help but find the dusting of pink, almost red, over Jimmy’s cheeks and ears at least a little adorable. But he does as told, shedding the fabric as–

His upper back is practically covered in feathers. Messy and uneven, looking like they’re never been preened a day in their life. Further upon this, some look to have small drops of blood on them, staining the gold underneath.

Jimmy lays on the bed with a groan, laying on his stomach as he hides his face in a pillow.

Once fae’re next to the bed, right beside Jimmy, fae hover a hand but… he’s in too much pain, likely wincing even at the smallest of touches.

“Did you know about this…?” He asks quietly.

JImmy remains silent, trying to hide even more.

“Did you– When did this happen? How long–”

“It wasn’t this bad last time!” Jimmy complains.

“‘This bad’? What do–”

“With– with every death, I’ve grown these feathers… it started on my second to last life last time, just a few, but– after we fell, and we respawned, there were more and–”

“You still should have–” Tango stops himself, fire crackling in his own ear.

They take a slow breath, evening out into some semblance of calm. At least by his usual standards.

“Sorry, you just– you worried me, Jimmy. Sorry…”

Tango places a hand onto their partner’s lower back, rubbing a gentle circle until he feels Jimmy melt into the touch.

“Do you want me to help with them? Some of the pain might be coming from unclean feathers and, according to Skizz, those tend to hurt a lot.”

“Please?” Jimmy whimpers, and if it hadn’t been for his partner’s obvious pain, or how worry is spinning in every single thought, he’d probably be getting other ideas.

“Alright, just stay still, can’t promise that this won’t hurt you.”

Jimmy stays quiet, but turns his head to smile up at Tango. “Thank you…”

[hey-color-palettes]

color palette for 21 march, also

48b071 || #8fc76d || #f3d9a8 || #f8c16e || #2b622f

[mikeywayarchive]

Mean Fiddler, London // Sep 14th 2004 // shadesoffear on livejournal

[color--pals]

Welsh Catfolk Best Catfolk

Welsh Catfolk Best Catfolk

[lindahall]

J.L.E. Dreyer – Scientist of the Day

John Louis Emil Dreyer, a Danish/English astronomer who is almost always referred to as J.L.E. Dreyer, died Sep. 14, 1926, at age  74.   

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[anewcalamity]

YOU GUYS YOU GUYS YOU GUYS YOU GUYS

MY DOCTOR LOOKED AT ALL MY SCANS AND

AND

I’M CANCER FREE

[artistdinzel]

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